AFTER THE STORM
Once the storm had passed, Lewis surveyed the wreckage. The
whole thing lay in ruins, irretrievably broken.
He picked up a chair, remembering how the two of them used to
sit happily watching the sunset, a bottle between them.
That was the cause of tonight’s trouble – after they’d
finished one bottle he’d asked her for another, and she’d accused him of
treating her like a waitress. She shouldn’t have spoken to him so
He fetched the bottle for himself and sat down to drink,
watching the calm waters of the bay, which gave no clue to what lay beneath